Realistic or Modern Revolution (Superpowers RP)

[dancing-starlight]

{ Clarissa Everheart }
Clary can only gawk, blinking, at the man when he fervently tries to apologize. Everything about his demeanor alerts Clary to the kind of personality he has; the original, low-profile clothing and the way the man collapses in on himself, trying to make himself look smaller, invisible. Clary catches the gleam of his stark, emerald-stained eyes in the dull streetlights; cast shadows dance across the young man's shapely cheekbones due to the unequal distribution of light. Clary cannot help but pause, her eyes taking in the man's attractive features. All the previous malice melts from her bones, her anger flickering off like a switch.

Clary parts her lips to answer the man (and maybe even apologize), when something bizarre starts to happen.

Clary blinks rapidly when the man starts to...shrink? Where he once stood taller than Clary by more than a couple inches, Clary now finds herself looking down at the man. Her eyes grow round in horror and she wrenches back away from the man as if she's been scorned. A scream starts to bubble behind her lips, but she's too breathless to utter it. She scrambles away from the man in a hurry, confused horror dawning her expression. She extends one arm, motioning for the man to stay away from her as she establishes distance.

"What the fuck?" Clary gasps breathlessly, looking down at the man. The edges of her vision start to blur, and she feels lightheaded all of a sudden.

I'm going crazy, Clary thinks wildly. I almost died and now I'm going insane.

She squeezes her eyes shut for a brief moment; when she opens them again, the man is still there, staring up at her.

Oh my God.

WhipDing ​

 

[Coco Adel]

Leaving Chicago PD

As if on que detective Murry enter with news that made mr beet face seem as if he would blow a gasket. "The witnesses are dropping out like flies. The clubs owner too and He was the only sober one there..." he let out a sigh. "Cut him loose...but rest assured we are watching you Alex." the calm partner came and uncuffed him and alex rose. "People are always watching me detective...but people see what is beneficial to them. You should do the same." he said making more than a few sweat drops bead up on the detectives brow. "Are you threatening me?" the beet faced detective shouted trying to get in alex's face to look tough but failing on account of being a whole head and shoulders shorter. "not at all detective, just offering friendly advice." he said in an obviously mocking tone.​

"Careful detective, you're on thin ice as it is, I doubt a judge will let you anywhere near him after this shit show. So if you don't mind, we'll be on our way now, but um, good speaking with you. Mr. Benson, I do believe we can go now" And just like that, like so many other times, she was walking away with her client in toe. If there was ever any doubt that she wouldn't the thought at best would optimistic but still foolish. She's done her job, she'd gotten him out, into his own custody, in far less time than he'd given her over the phone with time to spare before midnight which meant he owed her double now. She knew she wouldn't need to sit down when she got there, it didn't even take long enough for her to be mildly uncomfortable.

 

[Knightling]

Derek took a sip from his cup of tea, then he leaned closer against the counter and picked up the battery. With narrowed eyes, he brought it up in front of his face for careful inspection. Opening his other hand, he touched his pointer finger and thumb against the positive and negative. He felt it, very faint, but it was there, that slight Zap of energy. He glanced up at the rest of the empty coffee shop, then resumed testing the battery, finding it to be dead. He touched the ends, but felt nothing, just the cold feeling of Metal between his finger tips. "Empty..." he muttered, rather wrapped up in his bizzare little science experiment.

 

[WhipDing]

Chris Derby

This didn't make sense. None of this made sense.

At first, he thought the girl had done something to him, but her reaction signalled otherwise. Her face had an expression that was likely much like his own - one of pure confusion, perhaps a hint of fear. He was certainly afraid. Afraid enough to take the hint, and keep his distance.

Had be been drugged or something? No, that couldn't be it... when would that even have happened? Besides, he didn't feel out of control, or woozy, or anything like that. He felt like himself - just much smaller, and with the slightly uncomfortable sensation of his skin crawling.

"I... I don't understand what's happening. Please..." His voice was now much quieter as he appealed to the girl. It was very unlikely she knew what to do, but it made him feel a little better to at least be doing something.

By now, he was at knee height. As odd as this was, he was finally starting to calm down, rationality and reason slowly coming back to him. As much as felt totally incapable of doing anything about all this, he knew panicking wouldn't help.

...and as it turned out, that was the key.

The shrinking slowed slightly as he reached ankle height - he wasn't really sure how he knew that, but somehow... he just did. It took yet another moment to understand the connection, but when he did, he closed his eyes, trying to forget everything that was going on. It didn't seem like there was any good reason for this to work, but what else could he do?

Breath in... breath out.

He opened his eyes, and was relieved to find that it'd stopped - although that wasn't quite the result he'd been hoping for. Now he stood only an inch tall.

He gazed around at his new surroundings. Cracks and bumps in the pavement were now right up close, some deep enough that he could fall into them, or have to clamber over them. The slabs themselves were now incredibly huge, wide enough to drive a car around. Little details that he could never have seen before were so much more obvious now - the mould growing over the stone, tiny shoots of grass trying to force their way out into the open air, ancient pieces of dirt clinging to it all.

But was most bizarre sight was the girl. Once shorter than him, she was now unbelievably massive, blocking out the light of a street lamp as her shadow cast over him. He could barely see her face from down here... it was so strange to think that something so large was alive.

If he wasn't so worried about shrinking even smaller, he would've been having a mental breakdown by now.

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[dancing-starlight]

{ Clarissa Everheart }
Clary stares bug-eyed at the spot where the man once stood. He no longer is visible to the naked eye, not under these barley lit, shadow-ridden streets. Clary glances around at her surroundings, hoping and wondering that maybe someone saw what she saw, to confirm that she isn't insane.

But...how is this even possible?

First Clary survives a severe earthquake that came out of seemingly nowhere, and now a man shrinks down to the size of a bug, right before her eyes?

There's also the still present, tell-tale tightness curled in her stomach; a stitched bundle of nerves, threatening to unravel, and finally send Clary over the edge. Her thoughts flutter back to the train-car and the earthquake...the odd familiarity of it all; Clary could swear that the ground seemed to move with her, thundering in tandem with her spikes of rage and panic.

She still can recall the uncontrollable tremble in her fingers, how the earth froze under her hands. Quiet. Stillness.

What is happening to me?

Clary tangles herself free of her thoughts, her gaze focusing back on the ground. She gently pinches the soft skin between her thumb and index finger, releasing a stray breath when a twitch of pain blooms under the flesh.

"Right. So I'm not dreaming." She mutters to herself. Clary clears her throat more loudly, and slowly lowers her outstretched hand.

"Um, hello?" Clary asks slowly, her eyes scanning the pavement for signs of movement. "Can.." Clary struggles to think of what to say. What does one even say to a man who just shrunk in front of your eyes?

"Are you, uh, okay?"

WhipDing ​

 

[WhipDing]

Chris Derby

For a few moments, time seemed to pause. The girl didn't seem to be moving at all, simply standing there, arm still held out, and there wasn't exactly anything else around as reference.

Eventually, she began to move again, which in a way was somewhat more terrifying. Her legs were like skyscrapers - she thankfully was staying put in one spot, but even the gentle twitches and shuffles that would normally be imperceptible seemed way too extreme for something so big. He really didn't know what to do at this point. She'd clearly seen what had happened, and still seemed to be looking straight at him, but it was pretty hard to tell from down here.

Once again, the reality of his situation began to press on his brain. He felt so puny, so invisible, so... insignificant. Even the breeze from earlier now felt like a powerful gust, threatening to carry him away entirely. It was everything he could do to keep those thoughts from overwhelming him - he still didn't understand how or why, but that's what seemed to have triggered this to begin with, and he didn't exactly want to get any smaller than he already was.

The giant addressed him directly, focusing his mind once again.

"Hello?", he replied. He paused for a moment, waiting for a response, before realizing she probably hadn't heard him - he wasn't exactly loud at the moment.

"I'M FINE... I THINK!", he shouted, cupping his mouth in hopes of increasing his volume a little more. He hesitated yet again, somewhat unsure of what to say. What could he say in this situation?

"CAN YOU... CAN YOU HELP ME? I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON!" He tried to keep the desperation out of his voice, but it was a struggle considering that he was already having to shout.

dancing-starlight

 

[WeaselThor]

Downtown Chicago


The detective backed down, in part from the words of the attorney, and in part from realizing that maybe this man wasn't the one to try and intimidate. Alex walked out of the building with his chest puffed out and his chin up. Once they were on the steps he spoke."made it with an hour to spare, not bad Ms. Faythe. What say we go for sushi while the payments process. My treat." he didn't tell her what it was he was really after, the time for that would come.

The Lions Den nightclub, chicago.

As the detective sat he worked his socks off of his feet and let his bare skin set on the concrete floor below. "Im looking for my wife Maria Tirndas. Look in my right breast pocket there is a picture." the unfamiliar giant man looked at the boss who nodded and he reached into the pocket as roughly as possible. Then handed it to his boss who looked it over before setting it down. "So what if i said i've never seen her?" the boss asked. Dick responded quickly with "Then id ask to see your stock and if she isn't there ill leave you be." the big men began chuckling and the boss raised his hand to silence them. "And what if i said she was downstairs and that you can die here for inconveniencing me and being disrespectful?" that was all Richard needed to hear. He focused on the feelings of greed, he wanted his wife. He wanted to make this guy suffer, he wanted his old life back. With that feeling of longing came the tale tell feeling of heaviness. The table and seats shifted after about 4 seconds as hundred of pounds of concrete pumped into richards body. By then richard was already up to 1220 lbs. He stood snapping the arms off of the chair with his rise and slamming the back of his 200lbs fist square into the jaw of the man who had roughed him up in the hallway. He actually came off of his feet leaving one of his shoes where he once stood. Finally meeting the ground about 6 ft away and he did not get back up. That was when he felt he barrel of the gun on the back of his head. As quickly as he could he grabbed the mans hand that held the gun and pulled it from his head. The gun went off dangerously close to his face leaving a ringing in his ear but he managed to tug the massive man onto the table and slam an elbow right into his cheek with enough force to break the bone and put him through the table that stood between him and the now terrified boss. The detective then leveled the gun he had yanked out of the guards hand and pointed it at the boss. "Id say take me to her or ill splash all your greasy little ideas all over this trashy wallpaper."

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[dancing-starlight]

{ Clarissa Everheart }
Clary inclines her head, tilting it to the left, curious confusion plastered across her face. She, very slowly, starts to shift her weight, coming down to rest one jean-clad knee on the pavement, pressing her palms to the uneven, cold surface. She isn’t sure what she is even doing- or why- but the man‘s faint voice still holds clear traces of panic, fear. She feels an innate need to help the small man; if she suddenly shrunk down to the size of an ant, Clary is sure she’d want someone to help her.

The man’s voice is tiny, weak; the wind nearly swallows up the sound in one whole gulp, but Clary strains her ears, cocking her head down and closer to the pavement, turning her head so that her right ear is pointed at the ground. Clary’s eyes scan the lifeless, quiet road, streetlights catching like faint flames in her eyelashes. Her hair takes up a soft, golden hue now that it is no longer damp with sweat, blown dry by the constant rush of wind.

Clary hears the man‘s reply, and her eyebrows crinkle in a furrowed line. “Yeah, your guess is as good as mine, buddy.” Clary says with a rueful shake of her head.

“Can you...do you think you can, I don’t know...grow big again?” Clary strains her ears, waiting for a response. “Maybe try to do what you did before?”

I’m talking to a small man. In the middle of the street. Clary nearly laughs, but no real humor is present.

WhipDing ​

 

[LumaThePhoenix]

The wind blows swiftly through Maria's hair as her 2015 Dodge Charger SRT Hellcat glides across the asphalt. Normally, nighttime rides like this would clear her mind of anything troubling her. However, this is no longer the case. She's constantly living in paranoia now as she repeatedly looks at her rearview mirror. Her eyes are watery as a light stream of tears race down her face.

Howcould he betray me like this? Of all people, I trusted him. I loved him, but like everyone else, they don't care about me. They just want the reward money for turning me in. So much greed in this world. It makes me sick!

There is a single vehicle behind her. It's dancing in and out of the lane while occasionally blowing at her.

Why is this vehicle following me? Why are they tailgating? Have the cops found me? Is that what it is? Wait, no, please don't hit my car. Please don't hit my car. I don't have the patience for this.

The tailgating car rams into the back of her three times. Each time, it frustrates Maria more than the last time.

Ugh! If you're in that much of a hurry, just go around me!

Her hands grip the steering wheel tighter as she desperately tries to stay calm. Suddenly, the vehicle rear ends her Charger again. This time, much harder. It's clear by the erratic driving that this person is more likely drunk than a police officer. Her theory was proven correct when the driver finally went around to pass her. When she looks out the passenger side window, she sees a beer can get thrown at the window. The driver is a drunken man who is now raising the middle finger up at her. He then rudely cuts in front of her, middle finger raised high in the air. Maria's body starts to have a red glow around it. She's lost control of her peace. She wants him to suffer now. She lowers her window and sticks her arm out. Aiming her hand like it's a gun, she fires an aura spike into the two left tires of the driver's vehicle as well as six more through the back window, seemingly hitting the drunk with at least two of them. Then, she rams the car until it loses control and crashes. A sadistic smile grows on her face as she stops and laughs at the destruction she's caused.

"Yes! More. MORE! Oh how I love the sweet feeling of vengeance!"

(Open to interaction)

 

[Knightling]

Derek pushed the dead battery aside on the coffee shop table, then he pulled Another battery out of his pocket. It was a very small pheonomonon, but still should have been Impossible. He touched both ends, and zapped it empty, taking the electricity as energy into himself. It was a very minimal amount, almost unnoticable, but it was still there. "I'm not crazy, this is happening..." he muttered to himself, unable to wrap his mind around this. He narrowed his eyes and touched both ends, trying to somehow reverse the effect, but was unable to recharge it again.
The screech of wheels!
Then a deafening Crash!
Derek nearly jumped out of his chair, situated near the large window. Just outside the coffee shop, a truck had struck a lamp post straight on, the fender bent inwards and the post leaning dangerously near the building. With a rush of adrenaline and relief, he realized that if not for the lamp post, that vehicle would've slammed straight into the coffee shop. "Good god!" he muttered, astonished at this near-death possibility. "What about the driver?" he shook himself out of his state of shock, and stared at the smoke rising from the smashed hood of the truck, unable to see inside the windshield.
Willing himself into action, Derek darted out the door, made his way to the trashed truck, then paused to cough and wave away some of the smoke. "Hey, hello? You okay?" He approached the door and tried to open it. Stuck. He tried again, harder, and it swung open with a loud creak. Thud! A large burly man fell out and landed at Derek's feet, blood pooling around him. Derek stepped back instinctively, unnerved at the sight, then he looked up and noticed a stopped Dodge Charger. Its fender was dented up, and he glanced between the unmoving man and the other vehicle, correctly guessing that it was involved in the accident at hand.

LumaThePhoenix

 

[WhipDing]

Chris Derby

As slow as it was, the movement of the girl was somewhat intimidating. A knee came pressing down nearby - at least, it felt nearby. In reality, it was still quite a distance from Chris, but at this scale, everything seemed close... and dangerous. For safety's sake, he took a few tentative steps backwards. A pair of hands, one on each side of him, followed it, thankfully further away, although he could still almost feel the pressure through the ground.

Once again, it felt bizarre to be able to see all this extra detail - even in this light, he could see the slight fading on the jeans, the tiny bits of dirt and grime that clung to it, even the individual threads woven together, some torn in places. But what was stranger was the girl's face, peering over the area he was standing on, clearly not quite sure where he was. The streetlight was now directly behind her head, her once brown hair now seeming to glow as the beams of light passed through it. He could make out imperfections on her face that he never would have been able to normally see, the slight raising and texture of skin, as the orange light picked out finer details. It was... oddly intimate. And slightly uncomfortable, in a way.

This view changed soon enough, as her head rotated, an ear facing towards him. A few loose strands of hair fluttered around in the wind, now looking more like long pieces of string.

Of course, she had no idea what was going on either, or any real idea what to do. How could she? This wasn't exactly an everyday occurrence. That said... she made a valid point. Whatever was going on, it seemed to be linked to him, in some strange way - by calming himself down, he'd stopped the process entirely, as far as he could tell. Perhaps there was something he could do to... well, grow big again.

At this point, another thought occurred to him. "HOLD ON, THIS MIGHT HELP YOU SEE A LITTLE BETTER!" Within a few seconds, his phone was in his hands, held up into the air. A quick flick of his fingers across the screen, and a relatively bright torch emanated from the back of it, a pinprick of light. Of course, it did little to actually light anything up, but that wasn't really the point. It'd at least make him feel a little less vulnerable if she actually knew where he was.

"UM... OKAY, I'M GOING TO TRY SOMETHING!", he shouted, yet again. His eyes closed as he concentrated.

O-okay... big thoughts. Biiiig thoughts...

It'd be easier if he wasn't still having to fight the wind blasting his sides. You're a person. A real, big... um, strong person...

You can do this. Just have to focus...

A few moments passed before he opened his eyes again.

Nothing had changed. He was still as tiny as he was before. He let out a groan of frustration, and sat himself down on the cold ground as he tried to think.

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[dancing-starlight]

{ Clarissa Everheart }
Clary turns her gaze back to the sidewalk when a flickering brightness pokes at the edge of her vision. She leans down, frowning as she squints, trying to see the man. She can pinpoint his location due to the faint glow of a light. but the man himself is still lost in a sea of blackness, invisible to Clary's sight.

Clary waits after the man's small response reaches her ears. She waits...and waits...and waits. Finally, tired of waiting, Clary parts her lips to speak.

"Look, you're obviously stuck like that for...however long. Come with me, and I'll make sure you don't become a cockroach's next meal." Clary snorts out an ironic laugh, and continues, "I'll take you to my place, and we can sort things out there." Clary, while still trying to convince herself that she isn't dreaming, slowly moves closer to the man, rolling up to her full height. In a few measured steps, she's closer to where the tiny light is coming from. Gently, Clary lowers one hand, her fingers outstretched in offering, hovering over the little man's head.

Clary's thoughts race a mile a minute while she waits for the man to either accept or decline her offer. What happens, if he can't return to normal size? Or even...what if he does? Should Clary tell anyone? Who would she even tell? The thought of ratting out the fear-struck man makes Clary's skin crawl uncomfortably, and she knows that telling someone wouldn't be right.

But then again...Clary isn't too sure what is right and wrong anymore, not in a situation like this.

Sighing, Clary does a quick survey of the quiet road, and the dark buildings that reign overhead, sleeping like giants, keeping constant watch over Chicago's populated streets.

After all the events of tonight, Clary is certain of one thing: these streets, once familiar to her, will never feel the same.

WhipDing ​

 

[Coco Adel]

{ Clarissa Everheart }
Clary turns her gaze back to the sidewalk when a flickering brightness pokes at the edge of her vision. She leans down, frowning as she squints, trying to see the man. She can pinpoint his location due to the faint glow of a light. but the man himself is still lost in a sea of blackness, invisible to Clary's sight.

Clary waits after the man's small response reaches her ears. She waits...and waits...and waits. Finally, tired of waiting, Clary parts her lips to speak.

"Look, you're obviously stuck like that for...however long. Come with me, and I'll make sure you don't become a cockroach's next meal." Clary snorts out an ironic laugh, and continues, "I'll take you to my place, and we can sort things out there." Clary, while still trying to convince herself that she isn't dreaming, slowly moves closer to the man, rolling up to her full height. In a few measured steps, she's closer to where the tiny light is coming from. Gently, Clary lowers one hand, her fingers outstretched in offering, hovering over the little man's head.

Clary's thoughts race a mile a minute while she waits for the man to either accept or decline her offer. What happens, if he can't return to normal size? Or even...what if he does? Should Clary tell anyone? Who would she even tell? The thought of ratting out the fear-struck man makes Clary's skin crawl uncomfortably, and she knows that telling someone wouldn't be right.

But then again...Clary isn't too sure what is right and wrong anymore, not in a situation like this.

Sighing, Clary does a quick survey of the quiet road, and the dark buildings that reign overhead, sleeping like giants, keeping constant watch over Chicago's populated streets.

After all the events of tonight, Clary is certain of one thing: these streets, once familiar to her, will never feel the same.

WhipDing ​

Samira took a walk to clear her head, she wasn't sure how she'd deal with these new abilities of hers, she was still trying to process the fact that this wasn't just some really long dream. She wasn't really paying attention to where she was going, she wasn't sure how far she had strayed from her house. It was like she knew she was walking, but didn't really notice that was until she heard a voice, not talking to her but she found the words of be odd "Look, you're obviously stuck like that for...however long. Come with me, and I'll make sure you don't become a cockroach's next meal." What exactly did that mean, was she talking to someone? Given what she'd been through the past month, she wasn't putting anything in the realm of impossibility. She looked up and saw a girl, she gulped and approached her slowly, hoping she wasn't just a crazy person "Um, hello there...do you...need help with something...is someone in trouble...I can't see them" she rubbed her arm, feeling awkward and uncomfortable.

 

[LumaThePhoenix]

Maria cautiously turns her car around watches as a man goes to try to help the crash victim. She licks her lips in bloodlust as she slowly drives towards them to observe the damage. Meanwhile, the man is barely conscious, but the crash has knocked away a good chunk of his drunkenness, which has been replaced by pain. As he's bleeding out, he sees someone trying to help him. He tries to warn him, but his words are weak, and his movements are weaker.

"...S-save...your....self....sh-sh-she....shot....something...with h...nghhh...her hand. Or maybe I'm still...drunk and I...didn't see...the weapon..."

Like a vulture stalking a dying creature, the metallic black Hellcat rolls by the two. Maria sees the blood through her tinted windows.

Yes. Bleed! Feel the pain that you caused me! This is your fault!

She then notices him trying to speak to the stranger near him. Her right hand goes up, aimed at the passenger window. She had three options: Lower the passenger window and fire spikes at the bleeding mess of a human, lower the back passenger window and fire spikes at the pole, likely causing it to crash into the building, or not risk anyone else see her use her powers. Decisions, decisions.



Knightling

 

[Knightling]

Derek crouched by the man, just barely able to make out any of his words. Even if nothing had been said, he could smell the strong scent of alcohol which, mixed with the sight of blood, made his stomach churn. Reaching down, he pushed aside a bloodied piece of jacket so he could take a closer look at one of the wounds, then glanced at the mans face
"You're hammered alright, but Imma save you the 'drunk driving' speech, you're in bad condition. Just hold still"
He glanced up at the slow driving vehicle, eyeing it cautiously, but unable to see the driver through the tinted windows. The warning did leave him a bit tentative
"I don't think you were shot by anybody...I'm not a doctor, but those wounds are too messy to be bullet wounds, I think. I mean, I can't say what Happened, maybe it was the crash? Glass from the windshield?"
Derek glanced back up at the black vehicle "Hey! You! Pull over! You can't just leave the scene!" He waved his hand, trying to get the drivers attention.
LumaThePhoenix

 

[LumaThePhoenix]

A red aura spike can be seen piercing the man's left arm and right shoulder. The other four spikes that went through the back window are still in the vehicle. As for the charger, the man's words seem to have worked as the car stops. The driver is quite unhappy.

Is he trying to tell me what to do!?

Maria lowers her window just enough to leave a crack in it that she can be heard from. Her voice is laced with anger.

"Back off! This is none of your business! What happened to that drunken moron was his own fault! Maybe if he wasn't behind the wheel while intoxicated, he wouldn't have suffered such an unfortunate accident!"

The agitated woman becomes silent when she notices her spikes in the man's body. She then turns her attention to the coffee shop, which contains people on their phones. They're They're doubt either recording the scene or calling the cops. She decides that trying to deal with them all individually would take too long, so she lowers the back window and fires six spikes into the unbalanced light post, causing it to fall on the building. Finally, she rolls up the back window and returns her attention to the man that flagged her down.

"Mind your business, or be like them! The choice is yours!"

She slams her foot on the gas and speeds off as the distant sound of sirens can be heard approaching.


Knightling

 

[Knightling]

Derek reached for one of the spikes in the mans' chest, gripped it, but decided not to pull. It was best not to dislodge anything, not until proper medics arrived, he remembered from basic First Aid training. The spikes were fascinating, and he found a morbid sense of curiousity when touching the smooth surface.
"Just hold still" he instructed, then glanced back at the vehicle.
Seeing the window crack open, he tried his best to see anything, but couldn't make out that many details. "His own fault?" he stood up now, suspecting she had more to do with the accident than he had initially thought "Lady, he could've died!" he gestured at the wounded man "There's Road Rage, but this is..." He ducked backwards, surprised as the light post was shot down. Derek winced, watching it smash into the building, finally connecting all of the dots, then staring at the vehicle.
Gritting his teeth, he clenched his fist, but took her threat seriously, and took a step back as he watched the vehicle speed away. "Jeez.." he muttered, feeling a little lucky to be alive.
The sound of sirens distracted him from his thoughts though, marking the beginning of a Long evening.
LumaThePhoenix

 

[LumaThePhoenix]

Like bees to flowers, two cop cars and an ambulance swarmed onto the scene. Paramedics rushed to the bleeding man while all but one of the officers checked out the crime scene. The remaining one made his way towards Derek and held up his badge.

"Detective Jacob Jennings, Chicago PD. What happened here?"

While Jennings looks for answers, Maria makes her way to the interstate, pushing 90mph as she gets there. A single statement from the man she had threatened earlier echoes through her mind.

I could've killed him? What if that man was right? What if that guy doesn't make it? Then I really AM the terrifying monster they claim me to be.

Her speed drops from 90 to 75. Both hands lessen their grip on the steering wheel. Her demeanor seems to be changing. Instead of vengeance and bloodlust driving her, she is covered by a cold chill of regret. Eventually, she tries to reason with herself within her mind.

Why? Why did he have to do that? He should've just went around me. That's all he had to do. Then I wouldn't have hurt him. It's not my fault he crashed. It's his, but they won't see that. All they'll see is my spikes and swear that all of it was because of me! They'll never catch me. They can't. They don't deserve it. They don't even understand me!

She speeds back up to 80 and roars through the pavement, weaving around any cars she comes across.


Knightling

 

[WhipDing]

Chris Derby

Chris winced slightly as the girl moved towards him, even though he knew by this point she had a good idea of where he was. A hand descended from the sky, clearly outstretched in some kind of peace offering.

Should he? It wasn't like he knew this girl at all - he didn't even know her name. He had no real reason to trust her, especially in these bizarre circumstances. But yet... these really were bizarre circumstances. This person had, against all odds, stayed with him while this had all happened, where he could imagine most would have just left by now, pretending it hadn't happened at all. Besides, he wasn't exactly getting a bad vibe off of her - her face and voice were somewhat comforting. If anything... he felt oddly safe around her right now. And ultimately, what else could he do - just stay here, in the dark, lost in a world much, much bigger than him?

"O-OKAY. THAT'D BE GOOD. T-THANK YOU," he stammered. He just wanted this all to be over.

At was at this point that he felt the ground begin to shake rhythmically. Each vibration was stronger than the last, and was soon accompanied by a loud, repetitive thumping sound. Turning towards the source, he could see another person walking up to them, confusion etched on her face. He couldn't really blame her - this was likely an odd sight to anyone who didn't understand what was going on.

dancing-starlight Coco Adel

 

[dancing-starlight]

{ Clarissa Everheart }
Clary looks up when she hears a soft voice, louder than the man’s shaky, faint tremor. Clary’s gaze locks onto what appears to be a girl. Her deep brown eyes are ridden with concern, bewilderment intermingled in her expression. Clary stands up straight abruptly, blinking once. Her mouth falls open, but she pauses when she struggles to find an explanation.

What the hell was she supposed to say? Hey nice to meet you, I’m just helping a guy who shrunk down to the size of a moth, no biggie?

Clary evaluates the girl closely as she rocks back on her heels, stepping away from the man who is still hidden on the ground. Clary suddenly holds out one hand, motioning for the girl to stop walking. Brief fear laps at Clary‘s insides as she worries that the girl will drift too close and possibly step on the man.

“Ah, hi. I’m alright.” Clary calls out to the girl over the wind. The girl takes a few more measured steps closer; Clary’s heartbeat climbs to her throat.

Fuck it, she thinks, and bends down again. Using the itty bitty light as a guide, Clary uses the tip of her thumb and index finger to grab the small man. When her fingers come in contact with what feels like fabric, she lifts her hand with the small man in tow.

“I just, uh, dropped something of mine. Silly me!” Clary laughs, internally cringing when it comes off sounding as fake as it felt; she almost wishes that the sound will get swept away by the starless night.

Smooth, Everheart. Real smooth.

Clary clears her throat awkwardly as the girl stares at her, lips drawn into a frown. Clary curls her free hand into a cupping position, and she deposits the man into her curled palm.

WhipDing
Coco Adel ​

 

[WhipDing]

Chris Derby

Chris kept quiet as the two girl exchanged words, doubting the new person would be able to hear him over the wind anyway. He was somewhat wary of dragging someone else into all this anyway - he'd gotten lucky with this girl being so helpful, who knew how this person would react?

Of course, he was equally - if not more - concerned about how much both of them were moving around. The feeling of being vulnerable and exposed was rising again, as his imagination ran wild of what could happen to him down here. Don't think about it... you already know what happens when you think about that stuff. He knew he needed to suppress those ideas, but it was being increasingly difficult, especially as the new person moved closer and closer.

His thoughts were interrupted as the golden-haired girl bent down, and a massive hand came rushing at him. He soon found himself pressed between two thick wads of skin, unable to really move at all, as he quickly learnt as he squirmed. As soft as her grip may have been, it still felt pretty harsh to him, going grasped by two objects both larger than he was.

Blood rushed away from his head as he was plucked off the ground, and lifted high into the air. His only real thought, as irrational as it was, was that he needed to keep hold of his phone - if he dropped it now, he'd never find it again. A silly thought, considering how many other things should've been a priority right now. The motion thankfully stopped as suddenly as it started, and a moment passes with him held by the girl.

It was only a moment, as it turned out, just long enough for him to catch his breath, as difficult as it was right with his chest being squeezed. He soon found himself falling, dumped unceremoniously, something that panicked him for a second, before he landed on something actually quite soft. It didn't take long for him to work out where he was, with the pillars that were apparently fingers curled over the top of him.

He really hoped he could trust this girl - his life was quite literally in her hands now.

dancing-starlight Coco Adel

 

[Coco Adel]

Danira looked at the girl suspiciously as she gave her, her reasons for being outside or at least what she was doing and...she didn't believe her. "You dropped something of yours...that requires you to talk to it? Did drop and ant or something?" Whatever the girl dropped what small, too small to be a phone or anything that would require the type of comment she gave to it about being stuck or a roaches next meal. She shrugged and simply put her hands up "Look, I get it, I'm a stranger and you don't trust me, quite honestly I'm not sure that you aren't just a crazy person that's talking to bugs and hoarding them in your house, but without going into details I've had a really weird month. So on the off chance that you aren't a crazy lady who thinks I'm trying to her ants, maybe try coming up with a better story for the next person, or try not to talk to it in public, if you are crazy then...carry on and may be they'll pick you up and give you the help you need" She points past the girl "Can I...walk now or is it still on the ground?"

dancing-starlight
WhipDing

 

[magic is science]

It's no use, is it not?
A young body, covered in shapeless clothing, which one would recognise as a bright shirt and some pants, was laying on the floor. It wasn't laying on the floor pointlessly - besides its head lied countless papers, some being colourful diagrams and some being gray walls of printed text. A male, as his body shape spoke for itself, was clearly in distress, violently crushing some papers and, moments after, concentrating on some. His pen would scribble illegible symbols, pieces of handwriting and... the most bizarre of drawings. Like, was that even a plant? Maybe an animal? Or... is it one of the ancient language's symbols?

The doing of this young man was as bizarre as he himself was - he was finishing an essay on the historic linguistics of Nahuatl, language of Aztec. At least he was trying. Even with help of internet, brains and logic, the essay still resembled a pile of trash. How much time was left? Two weeks? One? That didn't matter. The only hope was that he would be enlightened with something to complete in time.

"Oh, for the- you know what, screw this, I need some fresh air" Having quite the conversation with himself, Jo stood up, putting on some wicked jacket (the colour was clearly wicked) and walking out of the apartment. Down the stairs, out of the building, and then... he understood that he forgot to lock the door.
A few minutes were wasted on walking up and closing the door, only then, and only then, was he able to exit.


The night was embracing the city, as Johann was progressing down the street. He needed some rest. Away from these languages, for sure.
(Open for interactions)

 

[Rathian Diablos]

Riku was in her apartment, tired, working on a new inde game for a project that would be due soon enough. She yawned going to the fridge to get another frappuccino double shot energy. She opened it up and started to drink, tasting the delicious vanilla taste as he passed her lips, splashing across her tongue. She realized something. She was awfully hungry, like really hungry. She had been working on her project all day, technically since last night with a new naps in between and for the life of her she couldn't remember if she'd had anything to eat. By the feel of her stomach she would have to say no. There was a buffet not too far from her apartment, she didn't feel like cooking so it made more sense to just pay the fee and then eat all she needed at that restaurant. She put on a jacket and left put with her frappuccino in hand and started to walk down the street.

magic is science

 

[magic is science]

Gentle breeze, which was a rare occasion in Chicago as it was always violently windy here, refreshed and certainly had something in it. Maybe it was the fact that Johann hadn't tasted fresh air in the past 24 hours, but the air tasted so light, yet so full of different smells. The most dominant smell was the scent of fresh bread and edible goods. It came from the local buffet, and this was the first place he made sure to visit. Instant noodles weren't exactly fulfilling.

As he kept his back to the light of the street lamp, he rapidly turned to face it, being temporarily blinded by the sudden light. His thoughts concentrated on the lamp, it's form and the lightbulb, which was projecting such intense lighting. It was anger, perhaps, but also interest. Maybe a bit too much. For a second, the bulb blinked, and, with a loud bang, it shattered. Shards flew into all and every directions, avoiding the squeezed body of a man.
Strange occasion.

Rathian Diablos